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Dead of July (Small)

eBook by the end of November.

An exciting, amusing and heartwarming story following the life a young “British Army Wife” and the trouble she gets into while living in Germany.

Sheila moved to Dortmund, in 1982 with her husband, a British Soldier. She enjoyed the life there immensely, until she got involved with two evil Russians that is.

She had a chance encounter with a young and badly beaten young German girl in a park close to home. The girl’s name was Anna. After helping Anna escape from her violent captor, Sheila’s life changed for the worse. Danger, in the form of two murderous Russians, followed her day and night, no matter where she was.

This story has many twists and turns, just when you think Sheila is safe, danger slides out of the shadows.

Paperback in December.

 

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Ghosts and Gangsters in Germany

I hope you have enjoyed reading my short stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. They are a release for me and my head is bursting with them. If I didn’t let them out, I might go insane…wait a minute, maybe I am just a little bit insane anyway.

I started writing stories when I was twelve. Then life got in the way. Here I am again over forty years later. So I left it a little late, but not too late. I have one or two novels in me. I need to get them published before I’m too old.

‘Dead of July’ is turning into an exciting paranormal thriller. Much improved since I met Leslie Miller, my wonderful, talented and patient editor. She is a natural and has helped me to turn a good story into a great story. Yes I am singing my own praises.

‘Dead of July’ has taken me three years of writing and editing. I am proud of it. I am aiming for a release date sometime in September. The first three people who follow me on Facebook and leave a comment on this blog will earn themselves a free, autographed copy of the book, as well as one or two other things. Go for it. What do you have to lose?

Keep following, there is fun and adventure to be had if you stick with this crazy old Brit. Oh, and YES I do see dead people.

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Kidnapped

Dortmund-Borsigplatz

There was a loud crack of thunder followed immediately by lightning meaning the storm was almost overhead. The first enormous drops of rain started to fall on the dry pavement. It was a wonderful smell, but I was going to get soaked if I didn’t move quickly. I hurried along Oesterholtzstrasse and was almost home when a light green Mercedes pulled up on the side of the road next to me. Damn, the German Police been must have been watching me. I was going to be in trouble now for interfering. The passenger side window opened and someone shouted my name. The rain was falling pretty heavily so I couldn’t get a good look at the person behind the voice, but I knew it wasn’t Herr Becker or Herr Schmidt so I hesitated for a moment.

“Sheila, come here. We need to talk to you. We can give you a ride home while we talk”

What choice did I have? If I didn’t talk to them now, I would have to explain myself later. I knew I was in trouble.

I just didn’t know how much.

I walked hesitantly towards the car and despite the rain a man stepped out and opened the back door for me. He was dressed black pants and a black leather jacket. I didn’t recognize him and he looked a little too stylish to be a Police Officer. He ushered me towards the open door. I peered into the car hoping to see a familiar face before getting in. When I recognized no-one I took a step backwards, but before I could turn and run, I was pushed roughly through the open door and onto the back seat, banging my head on the way. A pair of firm hands grabbed my wrists as the door was slammed shut and the car sped away. I tried to scream, but a hand was clamped firmly over my mouth.

“If you want to live stop screaming.”

I recognized that the heavy accent of the man who was driving the car. I felt sick as I realized he was speaking Russian and not German. I grabbed the door handle and managed to open the door, but only a crack. I screamed as loud as I could.

“Help, somebody please help me”

The man sitting next to me grabbed my arm roughly and yanked me closer to him, putting his hand over my mouth again.

The driver spoke again “Sheila, did you not hear what I said? If you want to live, sit still. I would love to hurt you. I would very much like to squeeze your neck and watch your eyes bulge as you die, but I promised my mother I would bring you home. I think she wants to meet you. I think she may have a job for you.”

Dead of July will be released later this year 

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Germans, an Evil Russian and the British Army

dead-of-july-small4-color-13.jpgIt took me over a year to write my novel ‘Dead of July’. I have postponed the release date three times. Why? Because I want to make sure the ending is as good as the story.

How many times have you read a good book, only to be disappointed at the ending?

What is my book about? Evil Russians, Germans, British Soldiers, the 1982 FIFA World Cup Final, and the adventures of a young British Army wife living in Dortmund, Germany.

“You are going to pay for what you did,” he said with a heavy, guttural accent. “You will never be rid of me.” His fingers crawled around to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to move. He leaned forward through the window so our faces were touching and kissed me roughly on the lips, biting me as he did so. The smell of his stale breath made me want to vomit and I jerked my head away from him

I hope this leaves you hungry for more.

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Russians, Germans and the odd British Squaddie

dead-of-july-small4-color-13.jpgIt took me over a year to write my novel ‘Dead of July’. I have postponed the release date three times. Why? Because I want to make sure the ending is as good as the story.

How many times have you read a book and loved every word, but been disappointed by the way it ended? I am not saying my ending is weak, but if it is, I am sure my editor will tell me. She is almost there.

What is my book about? Evil Russians, Germans, British Soldiers, the 1982 FIFA World Cup Final, and the adventures of a young British Army wife living in Dortmund, Germany.

Below is a snippet for your reading pleasure.

“You are going to pay for what you did,” he said with a heavy, guttural accent. “You will never be rid of me.” His fingers crawled around to the back of my head, pulling me toward him. I was too terrified to move. He leaned forward through the window so our faces were touching and kissed me roughly on the lips, biting me as he did so. The smell of his stale breath made me want to vomit and I jerked my head away from him.

This must surely be Viktor. This man was evil, pure evil. I threw the car into reverse in a desperate attempt to escape. He moved too quickly for me and stood behind the car, smirking at me through the back window. My hand trembled as I shifted into first, but before I could pull away, he appeared in front of me again. How could he move so fast? 

DEAD OF JULY

TO BE RELEASED JULY 2013

I hope this leaves you hungry for more.

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